Isekai Restaurant : Please Let me Cook! Chapter 201 201 : Is the Great Tomb of Nazarick... Still Oka

By the ti he finished slicing the fish, the flower cake he had made for Yuuka was also ready.

Tohru took the plate of fish and delivered it to Bulma, while Yuto personally carried the flower cake over to Yuuka.

She nodded lightly, then picked up the flower cake and began eating it quietly.

Yuto liked watching her eat flower cake.

Watching soone eat was impolite, but Yuuka silently allowed Yuto to do this.

It was a special privilege that belonged only to him, a permission granted by the Tyrant of Flowers.

Yuuka was a youkai of nature, and every part of her seed to carry nature's aura.

Yet nature was not only the gentle sunshine of a peaceful afternoon; it could also be the roaring sea beneath dark clouds.

In the restaurant, however, Yuuka was only a calm sea of flowers with no wind passing through.

She had been among Yuto's earliest custors, and he had accepted the essence of her youkai power several tis.

Although the two didn't often speak, their relationship was no less close than the one between Yuto and Ainz or Saitama.

Yuuka's lips were faintly red, and her green eyes were tranquil and undisturbed.

When she was angry, those eyes would turn red, but when she was calm, they remained green.

The steaming flower cake was wrapped on the surface with fine golden strands of sunflower, and wisps of heat rose from the soft square pastry like drifting mist.

Her two fair fingers gently held the cake, and as Yuto looked at Yuuka, his own heart beca quiet and peaceful as well.

Clatter—

Goku, Saitama, and the others, having finished their spar, returned together.

The group crowded at the entrance, and Saitama and Goku, who stood at the front, both had their clothes torn and tattered.

It naturally made one curious about what kind of battle the two had just experienced.

Yet on both Saitama and Goku's faces, there was only a look of satisfied delight, without the slightest trace of any negative emotion.

It seed the spar just now had truly made both of them happy.

...

"Boss, I'll co again!"

For so reason, as soon as he returned to the restaurant, Goku was already preparing to leave.

Though his clothes were torn and ragged, his spirit seed high.

His family and friends stood beside him, ready to depart together.

"So soon?" Yuto asked in surprise.

"Yeah. Tonight was enough," Goku spoke with a soft voice.

For him, the night had delivered.

His battle with Saitama left his heart satisfied, and his racing pulse showed no sign of calming down.

He wanted to leave and continue his training.

Then he would co back and fight Saitama again!

Yuto thought Goku might continue eating after returning, but he intended to leave right away.

Still, Yuto said nothing and simply nodded to him with a smile.

Receiving his response, Goku turned his gaze back to Saitama. "Saitama, it's a promise!"

"Yeah! It's a promise!"

The two of them had agreed on sothing.

Saitama's face mirrored that excitent, a stark contrast to his usual blank expression.

After that, Goku left with his wife, his son, Krillin, and Piccolo.

Bulma stayed behind to pay.

"Boss, this is for you." With a bright smile, she took out a capsule-sized bottle.

Yuto accepted it in confusion. "What is this?"

"It's a capsule storage unit. Boss, all you have to do is press this part and throw it onto the ground, and a box will appear. I worried this place wouldn't accept cards, so I brought cash. The amount inside that box should cover tonight's bill."

Bulma smiled as she explained the small capsule.

Her words surprised Yuto, and even Kaguya and Hayasaka showed clear shock.

"All right. I understand."

After Yuto accepted the capsule, Bulma left.

With Goku's group gone, nearly half the people in the restaurant disappeared. Saitama didn't sit down again either since he was also preparing to leave.

Yuto grew puzzled.

Why was he in such a hurry, just like Goku?

"You're not staying tonight?" Yuto asked.

During the past few days, Saitama had basically stayed overnight. But tonight... it wasn't even ten o'clock yet.

"Yeah!" Saitama nodded with serious excitent.

Since that was the case, Yuto let it be.

Saitama turned to leave, but before stepping away, he seed to rember sothing and glanced back at Yuto.

"Kamisaka, I found it."

Leaving behind that cryptic sentence, he walked out, Genos following close behind.

Yuto's expression paused, but a mont later, he smiled and let out a soft sigh.

He understood what Saitama ant, and from the bottom of his heart, he was happy for him.

The only pity was that he wanted to ask Saitama how the spar felt, but with both fighters gone, Yuto could only shake his head.

Only Ainz and Rimuru remained.

Yuto looked at the two of them with a strange expression.

Their current state was nothing like their usual selves!

"Ahem. What happened?" Yuto cleared his throat and asked.

Ainz and Rimuru raised their heads to look at him, their movents sluggish and vacant.

Yuto connected their stupor to Goku and Saitama's hurried exit.

Did Ainz and Rimuru end up like this because of the spar?

"You recorded Saitama and Goku's spar, right, Ainz?" Yuto asked again.

Ainz took a deep breath, looking as though he had experienced sothing terrifying.

Even with his skull face, his entire body radiated the feeling of soone who had barely survived a disaster.

"Ah—" he let out a sound.

Yuto was confused. 'I'm asking you a question, so why are you just going "ah"?'

"Rimuru, what happened to Ainz?" Yuto turned to Rimuru, but the sli was in the exact sa state.

"Ah—" he also let out a sound.

Yuto was baffled.

...

"By the way, Goku, between you and that person, who won the spar?" Bulma asked with interest as Goku's group walked together.

The mont she asked, Krillin and Piccolo's expressions shifted, the shock in their pupils impossible to hide.

Creak.

Goku clenched and unclenched his hand, then smiled with his usual innocent expression.

"I don't know."

His answer made Bulma dissatisfied. "What do you an, you don't know?"

"If I wanted to settle who's stronger between and Saitama, it would take a long ti. And honestly, I don't know whether I'd be able to beat him." Goku's words shocked Chi-Chi, Gohan, and Bulma.

"Dad is the strongest! You can beat him!" Goku smiled and rubbed his son's head. Flas of anticipation danced in his eyes.

"Mm." He gave a soft hum, lifted his head toward the night sky, and let out a long breath.

The night had been wonderful beyond words.

...

"Sensei, are you not planning to sleep?" Genos looked at Saitama, who had changed into a new set of clothes, feeling puzzled.

"Yeah... I'm way too excited to sleep right now." Saitama tightened his belt and clenched his fist, his face wearing a satisfied smile.

Genos did not ask for the reason; he understood. "Then, Sensei, what are you planning to do now?"

Saitama exhaled. "Training."

He turned his head and answered simply, his tone calm and decisive.

Genos was overjoyed!

"Sensei! Please allow to train with you!"

Today, he was determined to study Saitama's training thod. He wanted to beco stronger too!

"Sure." Saitama agreed at once and walked out the door, Genos following right behind him.

That night, the monsters in that city knew no peace...

...

After watching the half-recording Ainz had managed to capture and the footage Rimuru had salvaged, Yuto finally understood why the two of them had ended up in such a stupor.

"The Great Tomb of Nazarick... is it still okay?" Yuto asked Ainz with sympathy.

Ainz raised his head, his eyes unfocused. "It can probably still be repaired..."

His voice was flat, no emotion could be heard in it at all.

The corner of Yuto's mouth twitched, and he let out a soft sigh. "That's good. That's good, then."

He hadn't expected things to turn out like this.

As it turned out, the one who looked the most harmless was actually the most ruthless of them all...

This developnt had the atmosphere of a suspense movie.

As for the result of Goku and Saitama's spar... It could barely be considered a draw.

In the end, the two of them had stopped fighting, because if they had continued, the world itself might have vanished before either of them could decide a winner.